I dreamt about Reymond for the first time. We were in LA for a race ( as usual). We stayed in a really nice hotel downtown. We stayed in one suite with our friends Joy and Cai. Right before the race, he did some activity that you're suspended in air, pulling on a rope to get from one end to the other. It started from a cliff and ended on the balcony outside our suite. My girlfriend Maja was with him! She finished it with ease but Reymond had a hard time. He had bruises and cuts all over his hands.
On our way to the race, we were told that a racer died. The convoy of the hearse and their relatives even passed us.
I was begging Reymond not to race but he just smiled and said "I have to."
He was wearing his yellow cab biking jersey during that activity suspended in air and on the way to the race.
I was not sad. Maybe more accepting of what happened. I felt he was trying to put me at ease. Telling me I could not have done anything. It was going to happen no matter what.
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